Without her
I am nothing
Blanketed in blue
Not of earth
Nor anything else of that sort
Just blue
The cloud following my footsteps
It's barren here
The sun doesn't shine
The stars and moon gone
For there is nothingness
Without her.
With her
I am everything
Blanketed in hope
Love creates me
Within and without
The nights are never dark
For the stars shine
As a million lanterns light
My path
Throughout this forest of life.
Without her the lights
Grow dim and cold
As I become barren
A desert of sorts
Where nothing can touch me
Not love
Not hate
Nothing
Just a stone
As the wind and rain
Beats upon it
Fading as the heart
Once so lit
Dies.
Without her
I am nothing
I grow dim and cold
A dessert of snow and ice
Nothing can touch me
Just stone
Fading with the heart that once was lit
As it slowly
Dies
Swallowed up in my cloud of blue
Darkness abides
Ruling what once was love
WIthout her
Yes... the soul gives us
Yes... the soul gives us moments to be grateful for nothingness sometimes. This so succintly expresses one of those moments. Loved it.
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I wish it was that simple to
I wish it was that simple to be honest. I am very much in love with her, but lately she has been shoving me to the side and that isn't going to be fun for me either because it hurts like I have never hurt before.
~free~
It van happen. Stay busy.
It van happen. Stay busy. Stay busy. Ummm...did I say stay busy? ;-) Long walks, funny movies, makes plans for you, and you alone...things you like without her. Work on you you you.... poetry a good outlet too. I would balance it with work of some kind that makes you feel really fullfilled. Something youthink you do good... (that means even if others don't find it exceptionally great)... best of luck.
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Going to take a lot more than
Going to take a lot more than good luck because I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her which she knows. I don't know what's going on.
~free~
Youvare asking for help for
You are asking for help for yourself...that is all you can do. Take all of it you can and leave the rest...even her if you must, in the past. Good memories will prevail.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I can't... I promised her I
I can't... I promised her I wouldn't... I love her too much. It would break me too bad... She's the world and more to me...
~free~